The sound of your laugh has a ring of weariness
The night has a thousand eyes and your smile of heaviness
I’ve always asked for nothing but you’ve found it hard to see
So I gathered all I had and laid it down before your feet
I gathered all I had

So how do you feel today?
How do you feel today?
‘Cause tonight I’m closing all the doors
So stay outside or lay down with our flaws
How do you feel today?

We moved faster than fate but it came at a cost
Now you’re tripping over backwards for the days of youth you lost
I offered you my hands and I’ve given you my hope
So let me be your salvation, I refuse to be your rope

So how do you feel today?
How do you feel today?
‘Cause tonight I’m closing all the doors
So stay outside or lay down with our flaws
How do you feel today?

I’ve seen the glory but it wasn’t enough
Those songs and bells were just the laughter of guns
I knew your stories, I knew it was love
But those songs and bells were the laughter of guns

So how do you feel today?
How do you feel today?
‘Cause tonight I’m closing all the doors
so stay outside or lay down with our flaws
how do you feel today?

Blaine lay on the deck staring into the water, watching the sun glint off of blue and green as the music ended. He wasn’t really paying attention to the footsteps across the boards or the heat seeping into his skin. He was deep within his mind where choices were made and weeks raced by in pain and confusion, desire and need, decisiveness and sacrifice, completeness and acceptance, hope and joy. Their life has sped past them, things that happened creating ripples on the water that changed their lives.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s soft voice broke into his thoughts and he looked over at his love.

The corner of Kurt’s mouth turned up and he laid down next to Blaine. “What do you think would have happened if things had been different?” He asked and smiled as he watched Blaine’s eyes travelling the length of where their arms lie side by side, tan against white.

Finally Blaine looks at him and smiles. “In another life?” He said, laughter colouring his voice.

Kurt grins and looks at the water. “Maybe I would have tried to go to NYADA again; maybe you would have graduated and come to NYADA. Rachel would have kept on trying for roles and feuding with Ms July and-“

“Kurt,” Blaine whispers, his eyes far away. He can’t imagine any of it. Kurt’s image of the future in the alternate reality ignores one thing. Blaine’s ‘dad’. The man tried to kill him after Blaine got too big to control and was on the way out of the man’s life. He can’t see himself at NYADA because the man wouldn’t have let it happen and he realises, he may have had to live with choices, but they kept him alive. “This reality is the best one.”

Kurt’s jaw snaps shut and he realises as Blaine looks at him, what life they could have had, things happened the way they should have.

“I love you.” They both say at the same time and their giggles float across the water.

The blood was the first thing he saw. Spots and smears on the crisp white of the linen where Blaine had been as his eyes slipped shut the night before. Kurt went cold as his eyes focused. “Blaine?” He called, his voice coming out shaky. A bang from the bathroom woke him up completely and he leapt out of bed. “Baby?” He called, panicking.

“Kurt baby get the first aid kit, now!” Blaine shouted and Kurt ran to get it.

“What did you do?” Kurt asked as he walked into the bathroom.

 Blood was all over the sink and Blaine glared at him before he grabbed the pack they kept and started wiping at his arm with the steri-wipes. “I tried to hit the snooze button on the alarm and managed to get the glass and cut my arm.”

Kurt’s heart simultaneously broke and swelled at his man, so grown but still his completely helpless love. “Oh Blaine, come here baby.” He ushered the other man to sit on the closed toilet lid and took the wipes, cleaning his arm and making sure there wasn’t any glass before bandaging the arm. He looked up from his work to wide hazel eyes filled with love, staring the way they used to when they were younger, newer to this whole thing.

The unhurt hand reached up and cupped Kurt’s cheek, fingers smoothing over the pale skin. “You’re beautiful,” He whispered reverently and Kurt blushed, looking down at the arm he still held. “My guardian angel. You keep saving me.”

Kurt smiled at his husband, looking into the hazel eyes he adores. “You’re mine too Blaine, besides, I told you I can’t lose you.”

“Mine forever.” Blaine said, linking their fingers.

Kurt nodded and tugged Blaine up as he stood. “Come on Mr Hummel; let’s go clean up the glass.”

Blaine laughed and swung their hands between them, only letting go when he went to go get the dustpan.

They worked quickly, sharing looks and kisses then got their breakfast. Kurt’s phone rang and he sighed, seeing Isabelle’s face flash up, so much for their weekend off. He put the phone on speaker and answered, recent events still weighing on both of their minds.

“Hi Kurt!” Her voice comes out tinny and loud in the kitchen. “I know you guys are having the weekend off but I just need you to look over some stuff with the store. I don’t think the layout’s right.”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and Blaine shrugged. “How long will it take?” Kurt asked.

“Uh, not long. An hour?” Isabelle replied, unsure.

Blaine nodded and Kurt rubbed his hand. “Ok, I’ll be right there. See you soon Isabelle.”

“Great, thanks Kurt. Bye.” She said and the call ends.

Kurt looked over at his husband and watched him stir his coffee for a second. “Will you be okay?” He asked.

Blaine nodded and looked at him. “Sure, I’ll watch TV or something. No glass smashing, I promise.”

Kurt laughed at Blaine’s grin and shook his head. “Dork. Ok, see you later. I love you.” He ruffled Blaine’s hair, kissed him and left.

The whole trip takes just over an hour. Their new shop space had been done out slightly different than his plans but when they looked at it they can see the reason and find the place looks good this way. He leaves Isabelle with a hug and a promise to turn his phone off for the rest of the weekend.

He gets home to the smell of cookies baking and he walks through into the kitchen, finding fresh chocolate chip cookies on the wire rack cooling. He reaches out for one but arms go around his waist and a hand slaps it away.

“They’re too hot, be patient Mr Hummel.” The deep voice says as the chin hooks over his shoulder and Kurt turns his head to capture Blaine’s lips.

“What’s this Blaine?” He asks, amused as he keeps reaching and finally his hand is grabbed and held against his chest.

Blaine stepped back and turned Kurt around; stepping forward so Kurt stepped back and they leaned against the counter, the side against Kurt’s lower back and Blaine against him. “I promised a long time ago to bake you cookies at least twice a year so I thought I’d bake you cookies.”

Kurt grinned and captured Blaine’s lips again, their lips slipping together, kissing deeply. They finally part and Kurt smiles at Blaine flirtatiously. “Whatever will we do while they cool?” He asks innocently and Blaine’s eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face and Kurt stares as his husband’s pupils blow in desire. Blaine moves away and reaches out for Kurt’s hand. Kurt takes his hand and they walk into their bedroom.

Blaine kisses down the other man’s body as they undress and he opens his love’s pants, pulling them down and simultaneously taking the half hard cock into his mouth, looking up as Kurt’s fingers slipped into his curls, gazing down at him  as the black haired man licked and sucked his dick. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, licking the slit while Kurt’s fingers flexed in his hair. He finally pulled off and stood up, pushing Kurt onto the bed and went with him, kissing deeply.

They kissed for a while then Blaine kissed back down the auburn haired man’s body, wrapping his lips around the hard cock again. Kurt panted and keened but had enough mind to grab the lube and throw it at Blaine, narrowly missing his head. Blaine looked at him with amusement and squirted some lube onto his fingers. He slipped them between Kurt’s cheeks and pressed against the puckered hole. Kurt’s back bowed and he let out a high whine. Blaine chuckled and did it again. “You like that baby?”

“Yes.” Kurt panted and Blaine shook his head. He leant down and kissed the tip of the other man’s cock then slipped a finger into him as he took the cock back in, bobbing up and down as he fingered Kurt. Kurt cried out, thrusting himself into Blaine’s mouth, fucking the younger man’s mouth as he was stretched and fucked, Blaine adding fingers when he needed.

Finally Blaine pulled off again with a pop and leant over Kurt. “You ready for me baby?” He drawled.

“Fuck me.” Kurt spat and Blaine chuckled, kissing him deeply as he slicked up his cock and pressed it against his husband’s entrance.

“As you wish my love.” He said, his voice dripped with sensuality and pushed in, fully sheathing himself inside Kurt. He stopped, his mouth open as he soaked in the incredible sense of being deep inside them man he loved, his body tight around him. Kurt’s hips lifted off the bed and he was keening loudly. Blaine took mercy on him and pulled out, thrusting back in hard, setting a hard and deep pace, leaning down to kiss him but enjoying the sounds of Kurt’s pants and moans under him. This is his man, his heart and he’ll never get over the sight of Kurt, sweat-soaked and writhing in bliss.

His hips stutter and he slams in deeper and deeper as his orgasm nears and he grunts as the waves crash, coming with Kurt as the splashes of cum hit his belly and chest, painting them both as he fills Kurt’s body over and over.

He groans and slumps onto Kurt as his arms give out, kissing the man’s neck. Kurt prods him until he rolls off, slipping out of him and they smile lazily at each other.

“I think the cookies are cooled.” Kurt says and they giggle, foreheads pressed together as giggles turn to laughter and ring through the apartment where the smell of cookies blends with their love.